A New Voice In The Dry Air

[Heff 2460]

It began as a normal day for Fumble.

He cooked his waffles and eggs, ate them up and drank his morning apple cider. Smoking his pipe he began to read his favorite book, Posco and the Peanut Monster, then the knock came at his door. Garmel the Mailman carried a particularly large box in his hands, spouting his annoying catch-phrase in an almost monotone voice.
"Yuh go' mail! Yuh go' mail!"
Fumble grumbled "Shut teh feck up!" an' grabbed the box bringing it inside. Garmel followed him inside and they both jumped for the sky when the box began to shake and move! Something was alive... a monster perhaps? It was not until Fumble bravely volunteered to cut open the box did they truly know what was inside. Fumble's son. After a night of adventure and ale he had once gotten very intimate with a particular halfling female out on the road far away from Ivybend. She had been unable to care for the child and sent him here, to live a proper life.

Mumbo Willowbottom breathed the first breath he would take in Ivybend, perhaps his first breath as a proper Willowbottom.

[Giga 357]

Mumbo Willowbottom tucks into his waffles and eggs that his Pa just made, chewing happily. His large purple eyes watch Fumble as he begins to make his own breakfast.

[Demotheus 651]

Meanwhile a tiny dark elven/dwarf halfling imp tries to find people in Ivybend.

[gam 386]

((I remember back when Fumble was just a little toddler. *sniffles* They grow up so fast...))

 

Gamle hears of the news a few days later and cheers.

 

"Oi've got t' git t' Ivehebend 'n congratulate Fum'le!"

[eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 10]

"YUH GUH 'AIL! YUH GOH 'AIL!"

[cmack1028 549]

Rupert lights a firespark and quickly tosses it into the Willowbottom burrow, chuckling as he runs away. 

 

"Welcome ter Ivybend, lad!"

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Bungo smiles as he reads the notice and hears the commotion, a single tear forms in his eyes, "An' they said 'e was too ugly fer kids..."

[White_Moose 59]

Petrus looks over to both Fumble and Mumbo and mumbles, "'ow'd tha' fa' arse Fumble find  'imself a woman te ma'e with?"
Petrus then walks over to Fumble, slaps him on the back and chuckles, "Congra's Pops!"

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.